I'll tell you, boys, who
did. Prescott, you remember Mr. Winthrop, who is acting for Colonel
Garwood in trying to find the latter's son? Amos Garwood hasn't
yet been found, but Mr. Winthrop is satisfied that they are close
at his heels, and that they will soon find him. Colonel Garwood
is a very wealthy old man, and very fond of his missing son.
Mr. Winthrop inquired how he could best serve the boys who had
brought him the first word. Some one, I believe it was Len Spencer,
the 'Blade' reporter, told about your not having uniforms. Mr.
Winthrop wired the Haynes Company, placing an order for the best
of uniforms, provided they could be finished to be delivered this
afternoon. And here they are."

"When do you youngsters play?" called out Brown laughingly. "To-day
or some other day?"

"I would recommend you to make good time," Old Dut urged. "You
don't want to start the season by being late, do you. Besides
the North Grammar boys might then claim the game by default."

That was enough to set Dick Prescott and his dazed comrades at
work in earnest.

The uniforms were of blue, and of fine texture. Even baseball
shoes had been provided. The stockings were blue. Then came
the trousers. The blue jersey shirts bore proudly in front two
golden letters each, "C.G." This inscription stood, of course,
for "Central Grammar." Then there were coats of blue, to slip
on over the jersey shirts; caps of blue and belts of blue, the
latter edged with golden yellow to match the shirt initials.

Besides there were a catcher's mask, gloves for the different
field players, half a dozen baseballs and an even dozen of bats.

"Finish dressing as quickly as you can," urged Old Dut. "Your
time is slipping away."

At last they were ready. Carrying masks, bats, gloves, they fell
in by twos, Principal Jones marching them from the building, along
the street and into the field where their arrival had created
such a furor.

Yet, excited as he was, Dick had not forgotten to ask both Mr.
Brown and Old Dut not to fail to express their deepest thanks
to Mr. Winthrop and to Colonel Garwood.

Ben Tozier, of the High School baseball nine, had been accepted
as umpire for the day. He now came forward to meet Captain Dick's
company.

"My, but you youngsters look about the finest ever," announced
Ben. "I hope you can play as well as you look. Captain Prescott,
do you claim any time for practice?"

"Not if it's time to begin playing," Dick answered.